A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Later, he probably wanted to relax and see if he could use external forces to fight, so Yuan Boshu came all the way here.

Who knew that not long after putting down the luggage, I saw the scene in front of the meat stall.

As the former shopkeeper of the restaurant, he was sensitively aware that Wu Dahu's seasoning could change his current destiny, so the previous incident happened.

It's just that if Song Qinghan didn't invite him, he would probably go back tomorrow, because the money left on him was just enough for him to participate in the martial arts test.

His current thinking is very extreme, if you don't succeed, you will be benevolent. If you can't defeat that restaurant in one fell swoop, he would rather die.

After Song Qinghan heard Yuan Boshu's story, he finally understood why his emotions were so abnormal when he mentioned the person who deliberately went to the martial arts test to die.

It turned out that he almost became one of them, so he could understand the feeling of despair.

After the three returned home, Wu Dahu went to cook, Song Qinghan cleaned up the room, and Yuan Boshu walked around the yard after putting away his luggage.

He recognized the green onions, ginger and garlic grown in the front yard, but he couldn't recognize the Luo Han Guo and cumin planted in the back yard.

However, although he had a strong thirst for knowledge, he did not ask questions rashly.

In case the things he couldn't recognize were the "unique magic weapon" of Wu Dahu and the others, when he asked, would Wu Dahu and the others answer?Why don't you answer?

And even if he didn't continue to ask, Wu Dahu and the others would inevitably think that he already "knows" their secret, and it would be good if he didn't "kill people to silence them", let alone selling him the seasoning.

After Wu Dahu cooked the meal, he sent it to Grandpa Qin before returning to eat.

When Yuan Boshu ate the roast meat with cumin, he almost bit off his own tongue.

He was so excited that he wanted to use [-] words to describe the beauty of this barbecue, but he found that Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan both looked calm. In order not to make themselves stand out too much, he had to suppress the excitement in his heart and silently Continue to eat meat.

It's just that when he changed to a different kind of meat, he found another special taste, and finally couldn't help sighing: "You are so lucky, you can eat such a good taste every day, if I eat it earlier Maybe you won’t do stupid things.”

Song Qinghan laughed and said in relief: "So, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain. If you don't live well, who knows what delicious food you can eat in the future? Why punish yourself for other people's mistakes?"

"Punish yourself for someone else's mistakes?"

Yuan Boshu repeated it in a murmur, put down his chopsticks, and said solemnly: "Listening to what you have to say is better than reading ten years of books! Yuan, a toast to the two of you!"

He picked up the bowl on the side and drank all the sugar jar wine in it in one go.

Wu Dahu also drank the wine in the bowl. Song Qinghan thought about going to change Grandpa Qin's medicine in the afternoon, so he just took a sip and tasted it.

When Yuan Boshu put down the bowl, the astonishment in his eyes was even worse, he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Why does this wine taste so sweet? It's not as bitter as other wines at all!"

He looked at Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan, just like looking at gods, as if it was possible for them to ascend to heaven in the next second.

Song Qinghan explained dumbfoundingly: "This is soaked in a sugar jar. The sugar jar can neutralize the bitterness in the wine and release its own sweetness into the wine. If it is left longer, the taste will be better. "

Yuan Boshu shook his head with emotion, and said with admiration: "I really can't imagine what it will taste like if it is kept longer. If it is convenient, can you sell me two jars of this sugar jar wine when I leave?"

Song Qinghan thought for a while, and said awkwardly: "It's fine, but I'm afraid I'll brew it for you now, and you'll have to put it back for a while before you can drink it."

Yuan Boshu hurriedly waved his hand and said comfortingly: "It's okay, it's normal to keep it for a while, my family still has the wine I brewed ten years ago, and I haven't had a sip, so don't worry, I won't drink it in advance .”

Song Qinghan smiled, thinking that if this Yuan Boshu hadn't gone through this catastrophe, he must be a very interesting person.

After eating, Song Qinghan helped Wu Dahu change his medicine, and took Yuan Boshu to Grandpa Qin's house together.

This is what Yuan Boshu himself requested. After all, staying alone in someone else's house, even if others don't mind, is still a bit rude, especially what he has to do is a little sensitive.

Grandpa Qin's complexion was much better than before, and even Xiao Ning smiled when he saw them.

Song Qinghan looked at Grandpa Qin's leg, the trauma had basically healed and started to scab over.

As for bone fractures, although there is no precise instrument to measure them, signs of recovery can be felt.

Grandpa Qin saw that Song Qinghan's face was pretty good, and knew that his injury was recovering well, so he couldn't help asking: "Da Hufu Lang, can I get out of bed and walk around now? I've been staying on the bed, and I feel like my waist is hurting." Lay down."

Song Qinghan pondered for a moment, then said slowly: "You can walk, but the total time spent walking every day cannot exceed one stick of incense."

What can a stick of incense do?It was nothing more than walking around the courtyard twice, but Grandpa Qin was very satisfied, nodding repeatedly and said: "Okay, okay, just a stick of incense will do."

Xiao Ning glanced at Grandpa Qin, considered her words for a while, and asked tentatively, "When will Grandpa Qin be able to walk properly?"

Grandpa Qin waved his hand, and said indifferently: "It's okay, the recovery is slow when you get old, and you won't be able to walk after two years."

Song Qinghan smiled, raised his eyebrows and said: "Who told you that you won't be able to walk after two years? As long as you take good care of the injury on your leg, I guarantee that you will still be alive and kicking after two years, but this injury, I'm afraid it will take a month or two to raise them."

Hearing this, Grandpa Qin was stunned for a moment, and laughed, he seemed to think that Song Qinghan was exaggerating, but he still chose to believe him, nodded and said: "Okay! Then I will take care of you for two months according to your instructions! It's just that you don't need to send this meal anymore, and your childbirth is coming soon, and you can't handle a lot of things at home. I, an old man, know how to take care of myself. Otherwise, how did I get here in the past? Don't you think so? "

Xiao Ning also said: "Yes, besides me, my father and the others have gone out, and no one cares about me during this time, I can help Grandpa Qin cook here!"

Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu looked at each other, as if they didn't know what to do.

In the end, Wu Dahu made the decision: "Okay, then we won't give it away. If you need anything, just come to us!"

Yuan Boshu watched from the side, and probably understood what was going on, and his evaluation of Wu Dahu and the others in his heart was even higher, and he almost regarded them as living bodhisattvas.

On the way back, Yuan Boshu asked Song Qinghan curiously: "Young Master Song, are you a doctor?"

No wonder Yuan Boshu asked this question after seeing the picture of Song Qinghan helping Grandpa Qin to see a doctor. After all, there is no one who is a doctor as poor as Song Qinghan's family. Although the yard has been renovated, it can still be seen. Out is not rich.

Song Qinghan has always regarded himself as a half-doctor, so he shook his head directly and said: "It doesn't count, I can only say that I know a little bit."

Yuan Boshu did not doubt his words, sighed, and said slowly: "My son has always wanted to learn medical skills, but he has searched all the medical centers, but no one is willing to accept him. If Mr. Song is also a doctor, maybe he can let my son Come to try your luck, but it's a pity..."

Song Qinghan's heart skipped a beat, he didn't expect someone to give him a pillow as soon as he fell asleep.

He only thought about accepting apprentices a while ago, but today someone came to his door on his own initiative, if he didn't seize this opportunity, he would be sorry for himself.

So he resolutely said: "Although I only know a little bit about medical skills, if I learn it, it can also benefit the common people. If you don't dislike it, you can come here to have a try!"

Yuan Boshu was stunned for a moment, and after he realized it, he was overjoyed, and said with a pat on his hands, "I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it, if my son knows this news, he will be so happy that he can't sleep!"

Song Qinghan pondered for a while, accepting apprentices is not a casual thing, not to mention he hopes that his apprentices can stay by his side for a long time, if Yuan Boshu's son goes back after learning the skills, he will do nothing no.

So he asked, "How old is Young Master Ling?"

A flash of hesitation flashed across Yuan Boshu's face, and he said slowly: "This year is eight years old. Although he missed the best time to study medicine, he has a good memory and really loves medical skills. He will definitely not let Mr. Song down. expectations!"

Song Qinghan was taken aback, and confirmed, "You're only eight years old?"

Yuan Boshu thought that Song Qinghan, like the doctor he was looking for before, disliked his son for being too old, and was about to defend himself, when he suddenly realized that what Song Qinghan said just now was "talent", he was stunned, nodded and said: "Yes, talent Eight years old."

Song Qinghan hesitated for a moment, then frowned and said, "Can such a young person memorize those complicated pharmacological knowledge? Besides, he should be in school right now?"

Seeing that Song Qinghan seemed to be about to reject his son, Yuan Boshu hurriedly said: "It's okay to go to school, you can go to any school, but medical skills can't be learned anywhere, and it's not me boasting, my son's memory It is really very good, as long as it is a book that has been read once, not to mention that you can recite it backwards, but basically you can repeat what is said in it verbatim."

Song Qinghan nodded thoughtfully, and continued to ask: "Studying medicine is not something that can be accomplished overnight. Even if you understand the principles, you still need a lot of practice to consolidate the knowledge you have learned. Therefore, Mr. Ling needs to stay by my side. Five years or even longer, would you like to?"

Yuan Boshu didn't even think about it, and replied directly: "Yes! Of course! No matter where you go to study medicine, you don't have to spend ten or eight years. Don't worry, Mr. Song, I won't hold my son back! "